You're no good for me, but baby I want you, I want you.

Boy, you know that I have really never loved nobody but you..

After rummaging and organizing Veneer's belongings in his messenger bag, he notices how much Veneer has brought along with him without ever seeing them beforehand. For example, he found a small pouch tied in an intricate knot, which he didn't attempt to untie in case it was something personal or important. Next, he found a much smaller wooden box and didn't look like it carried much and so he took a peek inside, his eyes widened at its contents.

Inside the small wooden box, decorated in intricate swirls and diamond engravings, were his supplies. His notebook, bag, and even his guitar but along with his personal items, there were also more sized down items for him in there. Such as extra clothes, a hairbrush, tiny makeup such as eyeliner, shoes and even sunglasses. All these items were perfect for him when he was his normal self, how come Veneer never showed him this? Was he intending to give it to him at some point? He even fixed his guitar...

He ran a finger over his battered and decorated guitar, he notices the strings replaced and the neck of it glued by some kind of shiny substance. There was even an attempt in repainting it, just like Veneer's blush, back to its original electric violet with its whitened neck. He continued tracing it along its sides and the many other personal items he had back, as he leaned against the wall till he heard the door to the bathroom opening,

"I think I need more shampoo...my hair isn't the best right now and I already wasted all my products!" Veneer whined a bit as he placed the now empty plastic container of shampoo into the small recycling bin next to the counter, he sighed as he continued to pat a fresh towel over his head to soak up any remaining water and dry his hair.

Veneer was growing concerned over his hair maintenance, even becoming a bit desperate as he really tried to ration all his products due to how limited and scarce his essentials were, he managed to calm the strayaways and even smoothen out any imperfections with conditioner but he was worried it wouldn't be enough. He knew Mount Rageon products were hard to come by, especially outside of the mountain itself, so finding anything remotely close to the chemicals he needed would be impossible. And he very much doubted Vacay Island would have anything suitable...which would leave him with no other choice but to....'relax' his hair for a while.

That was his last resort but a definite no-no if he could fight it.

He sighed as let the towel fall around his neck and glanced over towards Floyd, he quickly notices the box he's holding and feels his face warm up,

"O-oh! I..I didn't expect you to find that so soon.." he walked over slowly with his hands clasped nervously, Floyd set the box down gently on the counter and gave him a questioning look,

"Were you ever going to...?" he didn't mean to sound snappy, but he really was curious on what Veneer's intentions were to keep his belongings in a safe place,

"I was! I was meaning to give that to you earlier when we arrived but I was just so tired and everything just started to pile on with your brothers and reaching them that it must've slipped my mind..!" he slowly leaned in closer, brushing a hand over Floyd's fringe and tucked it behind his ear gently, feeling it softly twitch as Floyd pulled him closer by the waist.

"I believe you, but I'm just curious on why you kept them...or how you found them.." he rested his chin on Veneer's chest as he looked up at him, with his arms wrapped around his waist as he made them sway gently side to side, he could feel the soft rumble in Veneer's chest from his soft chuckling.

When Velvet trollnapped him, he managed to keep a tight hold onto his bag and guitar before being roughly shoved into her coat pocket, obviously when she took him out of it once she got home his stuff got left behind and forgotten about once he realized how demented she was in using his abilities for fame. In the following days following that, Velvet threw her coat on the floor when she was looking for something in her closet, she stepped back and a crunch was heard as she stepped over her coat. Floyd heard it as well and looked over from his newly assigned diamond prison to see her pull out his now broken in half guitar with its strings plucked and disarrayed, his bag was also pulled out, he was heartbroken to see his only instrument crushed instantly as it held many memories for him and his music career, everything he's ever played or sang with he had his guitar with him. But now it's destroyed, it's ruined and tossed to the side as if it were nothing as Velvet tossed it to the other side of the room and complained how it almost damaged the inside of her coat with 'splinters' and dirt.